Once there was an Inca QueenShe gazed at her sundialAll around her workers raisedGolden idols to her smileThe waiting years weren't hard to seeBehind the tears of Mercury.

She spoke of silver from the skyAnd many floating safety boatsTo pick them up when they would flyFar above their dreams and hopesAnd they a mountain city raisedWhere their queen above the cloudsCould watch out.

Out in the jungleThe drums were heard:Inca Queen has comeFrom the biggest elephantTo the smallest bird:Inca Queen has comeShe spoke of silver from the sky,Inca Queen has comeTo pick them up when they would fly,Inca Queen has come.

Once there was an Inca QueenShe gazed at her sundialAll around her workers raisedGolden idols to her smileAnd though the air was thin and coldSoon the day would comeThe queen had told.